Mmesoma Annabel

Humans, Werewolves and Vampires signed a truce hundreds of years ago since the last war of 2000 that left them almost extinct.
They attend schools together, work in the same places, have joint ceremonies. What the elders doesn’t permit is intermarriage, it’s a forbidden relationship.
On their eighteenth birthday, a tattoo Mark of either their helper, mate or half soul emerge on their bodies each the exact replica of the other, the tattoos are sacred since it’s only two people that shares the unique mark.
What will happen when a human prince gets two different marks the morning of his eighteenth birthday?, Read to find out!!!! 


Written On Stones

I roll my eyes at his words, "why will you think am not happy?", I blinked innocently at him, "you might be the one who isn't happy am going to get my helper's mark".

Reddy laughed, " you're in for something Blondie".

Blondie narrows an eye at him, " you better shut the dark up else I will shut it for you", the both exchanged a glare .

" I don't know why we're one odd group of friends. We joke when something serious is being discussed, we become serious when something funny arise", I chuckled at my words.

Reddy burrows his head on my neck, "we're more than excited for your birthday princess".

"Shut up", my face is really overheating.

He chuckles, " you look more cute and beautiful when your cheeks turn red", he pecks my neck, " it's my most favorite color in the entire world".

I tried to push him off me, but his hold remained tight and unyielding.

"What willy future helper think of me if she hears you calling me princess?"

"She will think you're cute", Blondie pecks my neck, "you're more than beautiful", his breathe fans my open neck.

Despite the redness on my cheeks, and how flushed am, I decided to ask them a question I've been meaning to ask them for long, "why do you two like kissing my neck?".

It's like an obsession to them; always kissing my neck whenever they're in close proximity to me.

" We love how you smell", Reddy breathes down my neck, " we love how you Taste", he kisses my neck as he says those words.

"An...an.. another thing", I managed to breathe out( I will seriously be a lesser male if am not affected by the two of them), "why do you always make use of us and we when talking to me?".

They're both fond of saying words like " we're with you Instead of am with you".

Blondie chuckles( the sounds doing more things to my body than he knows), "we talk about each other", he kisses my neck, "with you, it's all about us, and not I".

Reddy looses my long hair( I tied it pony tailed today), relaxing my now long hair, he runs a hand through it.

"I will be sure to cut my hair tomorrow. I just haven't had the chance to do it yet".

My birthday next week is another reason why I want to cut the hair.

What will my female helper think of me if I have more hair than she has? what will she think of me being more beautiful ( not to boast, I've been told I rival girls in beauty) than her?

"I love it this way Blacky, it makes you look more ethereal", he playfully tugs my hair, "don't cut if ever".

There's a dark edge to his voice as he says those words.

I roll my eyes at his possessive tone, "it's all for my helper to decide Reddy. She might not like it if her future husband looks prettier than her"

Chapter 223